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Thursday, 2 January 2014

Poem: In stones and strangers

Violet Lavender Field click on image for poem or read on

Dear Daydreams
The world is turning into 2014
The windmills are purple
All running silently to a future

There are no ghosts in my eyes
Just plants get their highways
The rain walks through
As though she is wearing skates

Waving at us her sun
Just like a jumper it feels
No coins grow on crops
But horses and wheelbarrows
Need their push
You need more than slippers
To brush the teeth of the world

No God talks
That is all in our souls
She is magic that purple color
Running to embrace life
She has never met
In stones and strangers
The eyes wake up

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